The new bride.
1051 Words
Samantha's face locked onto the driver “You scoundrel,” she yelled, her voice echoing through the street and drawing curious glances from passersby.
“You think you could escape after what we shared last night?" She quickened her pace, her heels clicking on the pavement as she moved closer to the vehicle. She was ready for a fight.
The driver looked out, his eyes darting between Samantha and the surrounding crowd. “What night? Are you out of your mind?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.
He wondered if she had had too much to drink, given her unstable behaviour. He put the car in gear, the engine roared to life and the vehicle began to move.
Samantha's rage boiled over. With a swift motion, she pulled off her heel and hurled it at the vehicle, shattering the Porsche 911 rare glass window. The sound of splintering glass filled the air, and passersby turned to stare.
Samantha's eyes widened as she stared at the shattered window, her legs trembling beneath her.
She turned around to run, but the driver's voice echoed after her, “You bastard! You must pay for this." He hopped out, running after Samantha.
Soon, his pace slowed, and he finally came to a stop, breathless. Just then, a ringtone reverberated in his pocket.
He paused to catch his breath, his chest heaving. When he checked the caller's ID, his eyes widened at the sight of the boss's name, Michael.
“Xander, how long will it take you to come pick me up from the hotel?” Michael's deep tone resonated through the phone speaker, like a smooth whisky on the rocks.
The driver, Xander's body shivers, hearing his boss's voice. He hopped in the vehicle, with thoughts about driving to the hotel but he had to break the terrible news to his boss.
“S-sir, I have some bad news. A lady broke your car. She ran away and I couldn't stop her,” Xander stuttered, his hand trembling as he gripped the steering wheel.
The silence on the other end of the line felt like an eternity before Michael's voice exploded like a grenade, “Are you that dumb to let her go?" The line went dead.
Xander's heart raced as he drove and pulled up to the hotel, rehearsing his plea for mercy.
As he stepped out, his eyes locked on Michael, and he gasped.
Michael's piercing brown eyes bore into Xander as if he were searching for any sign of weakness.
“Xander?" Michael's firm voice was laced with fury. “Are you Michael Kane?”
Xander swallowed hard, his head slightly bowed with respect, “I can't share an identity with you, sir”
Michael's eyes narrowed, “What the hell are you doing with my cufflinks?” his voice echoed.
Michael Kane, founder and CEO of Relyism Resorts, stood tall, his presence commanding. His eyes gleamed with fierce intensity, a testament to his reputation as a ruthless businessman.
“I...erm..." Xander stuttered, his voice barely audible.
Michael's frown transformed into a calculating grin, his eyes glinting with power.
“I'll forgive the theft, Xander if you can identify the woman who vandalized my car...”
Michael's gaze drifted to the back seat, his voice trailing off as he gestured to the broken glass and the red heel in the back seat.
Memories began to wash over him, his eyes lingering on the heels as they reminded him of Samantha. “She was mine all night long,” he whispered, his voice low.
Xander eyes widened, his mind racing with the implications of not finding Samantha.
Michael's gaze snapped back to Xander,
“Find out who is she, Xander. I want to know everything."
Meanwhile, Samantha sat at a nearby beach, tears streaming down her eyes as she replayed what she saw at Gabriel's apartment.
But the pain of her fiancee's betrayal felt like a fresh wound, one that seemed to ache more than the passing moment.
Samantha's heart raced as she grabbed the phone, her eyes fixed on the screen. Emily's name flashed, and her mind went blank for a second.
Emily's mocking voice sent a chill down her spine, “In just a few minutes, I will be on the alter instead of you, Samantha.” Emily's chuckle was a slap to Samantha's face.
“I can see this has been your dream all along...." Samantha's voice trailed off. Her eyes fell to her barefooted leg. A red heel in her hand, a reminder that she has the other in the Porsche 911 she broke.
“How about I make it your nightmare?” she asked, expecting a response but the silence at the other end gave her the response she craved for. The line went dead.
Samantha's smile faltered, tears welling in her eyes. “No one plays with my feelings and goes scot-free,” her whisper was a promise.
Samantha took a cab to the wedding hall, she stepped out of the cab and onto the red carpet, her bare feet sinking into the plush fabric.
She walked into the wedding hall, her eyes fixed on the altar.
The wedding hall was a blur of strangers, their smiles and laughter, a cruel mockery.
Emily stood before her, her eyes blazing with triumph. “Do you think your presence here changes anything?" Emily complained, her dripping with malice.
Samantha's face turned icy, her fists clenched at her side. “I wanted to see you shiver,” she hissed, her breath hot against Emily's ear.
Emily's laughter sent a chill down Samantha's spine. “I'd advise you to sit and watch me exchange vows with my man.”
Emily turned around to walk away but Samantha's hand shot out, slapping Emily with a loud crack.
“That's for all the money you and that con artist extorted out of me!" Samantha's voice rang out, silencing the room, all eyes fixed on the confrontation.
“You, b***h,” Emily spat, her hand raised but Gabriel's grip held her back. He tossed Emily aside, pushing her away.
“You promised to behave publicly,” he growled, his voice low.
”One rash reaction will paint you black to the public, and that modelling job you are after? Forget it." He warned.
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